章 17: | History

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Every male instinct inside me raged, rumbling with the need to hear her scream my name, to feel her walls tighten around me while I gave her the most powerful orgasm she had ever had in her entire life. Giving this woman pleasure had now become my only goal. I wanted to pound multiple goddamn releases into her while the sound of my name on her lips rang through my ears like a fucking cheerleading song.

I wrapped my other arm around her waist and jerked her harder against me, letting her feel how hard I was for her. "If I'm correct, there's a rule somewhere in the Criminal Mafia Handbook for Dummies that says you're not allowed to fraternize with cops."

The seductive smile that spread across her face made my cock twitch.

"I already told you, I have no idea about this mafia thing you're talking about, Detective."

I moved closer and put my lips against the side of her cheek, and I was pretty sure I felt her shiver. "Oh, that's right," I started. "You're innocent, aren't you, Miss Bologna?"

"Well, I don't know about innocent. But let's assume you're right, and the Criminal Mafia Handbook for Dummies does apply to me." Her hand was on my hip, and I swore to God it felt like my skin burst into fucking flames. Her other hand moved slowly up my arm, and she weaved her fingers through my hair, pulling my lips closer to hers. "What makes you think I give a fuck about rules?"

Well, that does it, then. I wanted this woman, and I wanted her now. I wanted her under me, on me, in front of me, and I wanted to be inside her in every way humanly fucking possible—pun intended. To have this woman's pleasure gushing down my thighs was my life's new mission. Fuck the job, fuck the mafia, and fuck every goddamn rule that said I wasn't allowed to bury myself so deep inside this woman that there would be no way to determine where she began and I ended.

Just as I was about to claim her lips, preparing to taste her, wanting to ravish that seductive mouth of hers, she glanced over my shoulder and cursed. "Shit."

Ah, fuck. Really? This close. I was this fucking close.

Wanting to know what in the name of God-Almighty just interrupted what was probably going to be the best kiss of my entire fucking life, I turned around and immediately saw what Vanessa cussing in my ear—or rather, whom.

"The Morelloes." The name left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. I stared at the two brothers walking into the club like they owned the place, straightening the lapels of their grey suits. There were two guys behind them, which I presumed were part of their entourage of muscle and ammo.

For a second, I glanced up at the Bologna brothers. Both of them were standing against the rail glaring down toward the entrance with a few other brutes behind them. It was like the mighty stare-off between good and evil, Heaven and Hell. The only problem was, that I had no idea who the good guys and bad guys were in this equation. But something told me there was a tad more evil lurking behind the Morellos, especially the older brother, Enzo. With his dark hair tied at the back of his neck, and that disgusting smirk that always seemed to be plastered on his arrogant face, Enzo Morello was one class-A son of a bitch douchebag. His younger brother, Matteo, was nothing more than a fucking sidekick. What big bro did, little bro did. Matteo always lurked in the shadow of his big brother, trying to be a badass. Meanwhile, he was nothing but a pussy pretending to be a cock in a big man's world.

I noticed Enzo was staring straight at Vanessa, and Vanessa was looking back at him. It would take a really special kind of idiot to not have detected the tension between the two of them. The only difference was Enzo had this creepy, victorious smirk on his face, while Vanessa seemed like she was going to throw up.

I brushed my hand against her elbow. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." She straightened and took a deep breath before turning and looking up at her brothers.

I leaned closer. "So, on a scale from one to ten, how much shit is about to go down?"

When she looked back at me, nothing was reassuring in her expression. She looked pretty grim.

She glanced at Enzo. "I'd say you should get a bigger scale."

Well, shit.

*****

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Enzo Morello. If the devil had a face, it would be Enzo's. From the long list of reasons I never wanted to come home, Enzo was right up there at the top. For the last four years, I'd successfully managed to avoid any run-ins with him—until now.

The moment our eyes met, I felt the ice spreading through my veins like venom. For a second, I was transported back four years to the night Enzo Morello showed me his true colours—the night I willingly gave him the best of me. In the end, he turned it into something ugly, wicked, and broken. And the conceited smirk currently slapped on his face was proof enough that he was thinking of it too.

Just a few seconds ago, I was consumed with the need to give in to the temptation that was Detective James Gunner. Now all I wanted to do was run, to get out of here as fast as humanly possible. But that wasn't going to happen, since Enzo and his brother were walking toward us.

"Shit, shit, shit." I started to panic.

James grabbed my elbow and turned me toward him. "Mind telling me what's going on?"

"Um, let's just say there's this…how can I put it?"

"History?"

I cringed since James hit it right on the button. "Yeah, a history between me—"

"And Morello?"

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章 18: | Creepy Looking Guy

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Detective James looked surprised, like really, really surprised in a "what the fuck" kind of way. I couldn't say I blamed him. If he was really as clued in about us and them, the infamous Boston crime families, he knew exactly how screwed up and wrong it was for me to have any kind of history with one of the Morello brothers.

I scowled at him. "Don't you dare judge?"

"Not judging at all. You gotta do what you gotta do…or who you gotta do." He snorted, and I frowned at his attempt to crack a lame-ass joke.

"I need to get out of here." I was about to turn and head up the stairs when that voice stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Vanessa Bologna."

I winced at the painfully familiar tone, and I couldn't shake the chills it sent down my spine. I had no choice but to face him, and the moment I looked into his eyes was like a punch in the gut, leaving me without a damn breath. Every memory I'd tried to suppress for the last four years came flooding back, wreaking havoc through my insides like a hurricane. The dark eyes that once had the power to enthral me with a single glance now seemed hard and cruel, suited for the cold bastard I now knew he was.

Enzo smiled like an arrogant son of a bitch. "Vanessa, you look as lovely as ever."

If I weren't struggling to get a sufficient amount of air in my lungs, I would have spat in his face.

"Hello, Enzo." I straightened and squared my shoulders, trying to act as confident as possible, even though I felt like I'd rather become one with the floor beneath my feet.

"It's been what? Two, three years?"

"Four."

He acted surprised. "Has it been four years already? My, how time flies these days."

"It sure does."

Our eyes remained fixed on one another, and I could almost see the memories of that night playing inside his head. The filthy, dirty, sordid memories of what was supposed to be something beautiful, something I now knew I never should have shared with him.

Then his gaze slipped to James. "And who might you be?"

Oh, dear God, earth swallow me now.

James placed his hand at the small of my back and leaned forward, extending his hand toward Enzo for a handshake. "James Gunner."

Enzo glanced down at James' hand like it was infected with Ebola, then back up at his face. After about two seconds, James realized Enzo did not intend to shake his hand and pulled back. By now, I no longer had a spine, but rather a giant block of ice lodged in my back keeping me upright. I knew there was a chance Enzo would show up. What I didn't know was Detective Gunner and that smug grin permanently plastered on his face would show up at a damn nightclub, of all places. And I did not think I would be caught in the middle of the world's most awkward moment ever.

"Is he with you?" Enzo nodded toward James.

James stepped forward, and I was sure Enzo would interpret that move as a challenge.

"Actually," James started, "he is right here, and he doesn't like being referred to in the third person when, in fact, he is right in the middle of the damn conversation."

Enzo also took a step closer, putting his eye to eye with James, and the legion of idiots he arrived with formed a half moon behind him, ready to attack like a pack of wild dogs. Within a nanosecond, all the air got sucked out of the club, and I was holding my breath like I was waiting for the entire world to come to an end.

Dramatic? Maybe.

But I knew Enzo, and the way James straightened, not backing down, made me think the battle of the fucking Titans was about to commence.

Enzo lifted his chin as he glared at James. "If I had any desire to talk to you, Mr Gunner, I would. But I don't go around making conversation with Africans."

Fuck.

James slanted his head. "That's a damn shame because I'd love to converse with your Italian ass and toss in the words 'fuck' and 'you.'"

The way James carved a glare on Enzo's face, and the way his jaw ticked with tension, I was about one hundred and thirteen per cent sure he was a second away from conversing with his fist against Enzo's jaw—which would be a bad thing. Bad.

"Do we have a problem here, gentlemen?" Antonio's voice broke the tension like a wrecking ball through a building as he stepped in next to me. I wasn't sure whether I was relieved or more anxious that Antonio had decided to join our little gathering of guaranteed carnage.

Neither James nor Enzo even attempted to respond. It was like they both had turned into giant concrete walls. Something told me that even though James was outnumbered by an entire gang of ruthless Italians, he would not back down. This may seem brave to some, but to me, it was just plain stupid…and suicidal.

"James." I took hold of his elbow, but he didn't move an inch. I placed my other hand on his arm and tried my best to urge him back. "Look, please."

At first, he didn't budge, but then he relaxed a little and took a tiny step back.

"Well, I never thought I'd see the day Detective Gunner backed away from confrontation."

Everyone turned simultaneously, and there stood this creepy-looking guy with a beer in his hand, a smug grin showing off a gold filling between his two front teeth.

Enzo's eyes widened as he looked at James. "Detective?" Then he looked at me with knowing eyes. I ignored it and tightened my grip on James' elbow.

"Fuck off, Rio." Antonio stepped forward. "Take your cheap-ass beer and move the fuck along, you low-life piece of shit."

Enzo didn't say a word, but I noticed him nodding slightly at this Rio guy before the weirdo disappeared into the crowd.

"Dating a detective now, hey, Vanessa?" Enzo sneered while he straightened the collar of his grey suit.

I was just about to correct him, to tell him James and I wasn't dating, when James loosened his elbow from my grip and placed it firmly around my waist, pulling me against his side. My breath hitched, and I almost stumbled over my own damn feet.

"What happens between me and Vanessa is absolutely in no fucking way any of your business, Morello." James tightened his hold around my waist. I tried my best to ignore the heat that flared where our bodies touched. It spread up to my chest, and I felt my neck and cheeks flush almost instantly.

Well fuck! It seemed no matter I hard I tried, detective Gunner was going to somehow still affect me. I should be running away right now. But it seems my body had other plans. If I didn't find a way to escape this attraction soon, I and a lot of people will be in deep deep shit.

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